Post by aimes on Sept 28, 2008 15:07:11 GMT -5
aimée sage mercer
[/i]"i wanna be the one you think about at night,"[/size]
"let me be the one."
•• i just watched her make the same mistakes again[/i][/color] ••[/center][/size]
name: aimée sage mercer[/b][/i]
nicknames: aimes.
gender: female.
age: twenty.
date of birth: thirty-first of october.
sexuality: straight.
heritage: irish, french, italian, austrian.
grade: junior.
major: actressing.•• what's wrong, what's wrong now? ••
hair colour: dirty-blonde.
eye colour: blue.
build: average, skinny.
height: 5'7"
weight: average for her height.
piercings: ears, twice. bellybutton.
tattoos: hates them.
paragraph:
Aimes' face is framed by long locks of dirty blonde hair, that goes down to about her mid-back. She normally keeps her hair down, the curls and waves her hair naturally has displayed. Her face is small, with some baby-fat still in her cheeks. She is average height for someone her age, as well as average weight.
[i'm sorry guys. i don't have one saved, and i'm sick. can't think of what else to write. spare me.]
played by: Arielle Kebbel
•• too many, too many problems ••
[/b][/i]home town: North Shore, California
mother: Peyton Allison Mercer (maiden name: Hutchins)
father: Edmund Ronny Mercer
brothers: Damien Travis Mercer
sisters: none.
other: very close to cousin, Caleb Hutchins
•• don't know where she belongs ••
[/b][/i][/center]history:
Edmund Mercer was a senior in high school, ready to go to college and study medicine. He had a very bright future, and was going to do anything in his power to achieve it. He was a very diligent worker, completing all assignments well and on time, but still made up for his nerdiness with a booming social life. He was a player, never truly commiting to a girl, but making her think he was. He was always careful of what he did and with whom, but one night he wasn't so lucky. He met Peyton Hutchins at a bar one night, followed his usual routine, and by the next morning, they woke up next to eachother. He and Peyton didn't talk much. They went about finishing their high school careers totally avoiding eachother. They were from two different cliques; Edmund was a high powered jock, while Peyton was sort of scene. It didn't look right to see them together and they both knew that. Peyton had believed they had something going, until she learned about Ed's girlfriend, Mirandi Escal. They had been dating for a while, since a week or two before they had 'done it'. This angered Peyton a lot, but she kept it inside. She had some news for Ed that would change his whole life around. Peyton was pregnant.
She saw him with a group of friends at the movies one night, and figured she should tell him then. Peyton was afraid to tell him, because she knew he'd deny being the child's father. She pulled him aside, nearly in tears. She could see his friends behind him making fun of her, and Ed himself looked bored and annoyed with this girl that was supposed to go away a month ago. She broke the news to him, and he immediately denied it. He swore he couldn't be the father, and just left Peyton crying on the floor in the cinema. Her friends were at the movie she had came to see, and after a few minutes, they came looking for her, found her, and took her home.
Later that night, neither senior could sleep. Ed phoned Peyton around 1am, and completely apoligized. He took full responsibility for the child, which pleased Peyton greatly. She didn't hold a grudge on him, but tried to forgive him. His rep was ruined, her life was slowly going to be doctors visit after doctors visit. They fell out of their social status together, bonding more than ever. Edmund proposed to her the week after they both graduated, and she said yes. Two months later, they were given the present of their first child; a boy they named Damien, who grew fast and had a mass of dark hair.
Peyton's family wanted nothing to do with the small family, so Ed's parents took them in to their large mansion on the beach of Northshore. Peyton was raised as a low-class girl, and had never stepped foot into a mansion except for on a field trip in elementry school. For the first few days she was in awe, but after a while she got used to the good life and was prepared to raise her son in that lifestyle. That fall, Edmund attended college right outside of the city, coming home every night to kiss both his darlings goodnight.
The next two years went by rapidly, their son growing and Ed working his way through college. Over the spring of 1986, Peyton got pregnant again. This pregnancy, like the first, was unplanned. The small family was growing yet again, and within nine short months, they were graced with a little girl- Aimée Sage Mercer, on October 31st, 1987.
Aimée was a generally happy baby, and easy just like her brother, who she got along with amazingly from the start. She grew fast, turning one, and walking. She loved to get into everything, to the dismay of her mother, who was her primary caretaker during the day. Her father had graduated college, and now worked at a local hospital as a resident, so soon enough they could move into a house of their own, with the help of Aimée's grandparents, they bought a mansion within two years of the baby girl's birth. She grew up in that house, having both good memories and bad.
Her early years, from ages three to six, were exciting, as they are for every little kid. When she was three, she started pre-school, which she loved. She would play on the swings in the back of the school forever, until her mother got too impatient to wait anymroe. When she turned five, she started kindergarten. She didn't like it as much as pre-school, because she actually had to do written work, like learning to write her letters and such. Her parents were a great support system for her and her brother, who was now seven. Aimée grew up closely with one of her few cousins, Cale. She and he were in the same grades, but accross the world from eachother. Still, they stayed good friends.
When Aimée turned seven, she was still in school, much to her dislike. She didn't get bad grades, but she didn't like being forced to do the work. Her parents weren't very helpful at home, because neither was ever home. Aimée's mother had become an avid drinker, and her father was worried sick about his wife, but also had a very demanding job. She walked to and from school, and only saw her parents during dinner, especially her dad. Her mother sometimes chose not to show up, because she was either passed out or too wasted to pick up a fork. This confused Aimée, but her brother knew all to well what that meant. Dinner was normally followed by a lot of yelling from her parents, and a lot of slamming doors, but soon after both adults were asleep.
As she matured into a young lady, around the time she turned twelve, Aimée's mom up and left. She didn't leave a note, she didn't mention where she was going; she just packed her clothes and left. Her father swore she was unfaithful, and was very depressed for some time. Damien blamed his father for this, and wouldn't talk to him for some time. Aimée tried to follow her brother's example, but sometimes it didn't work, and she was close to her father. She entered her teenage years in a dysfunctional family, not something she wanted to happen. Eventually Damien talked to his father again, but it was never the same.
As she got older, Aimée wasn't taught like most daughters how to be a lady. She, unlike most girls, wasn't taught by her mother the sacredness of being a women, and lost her virginity at age fifteen, a few weeks before her sixteenth birthday. She lived alone with her father now, because as soon as Damien turned eighteen, he moved out, and now he was on his way to college. Seeing as Aimée's father was never home, she often brought male friends into her house without him noticing. She didn't do it often, because she prefered sex at night, and was never caught. Her father didn't pay much attention to her as she matured, but tried to become part of her life. Now that Aimée is eighteen, he is still trying to get closer to her, in fear that she, like her mother will leave him alone.
personality:
Aimée's personality depends on who she's with. She is a generally loud person, and almost always is unshy. She isn't very demanding, and if you don't have her attention, she doesn't want it. If by chance you are paying attention to her, you'll see a pretty good friend in her. Aimée is only shy when she is sad or mad, and is only quiet when something is really bothering her and weighing down on her mind. She is very posessive of people, and if she gets screwed she has learned to move on, and does so rather quickly; over girl-friends, not so much over guys. Aimée isn't very into commitment, and is very sexually active. She isn't ready to settle down, and she knows it. She isn't waiting for Prince Charming, either. Should he show up and totally charm her into a life of love and commitment, though, he would be welcomed with open arms.
Sometimes, though, her good moods can turn bad. She gets in moods around her time of the month, obviously, and some other times. She can be put in them for a variety of reasons, like guys, failing grades, and sometimes even friends. Aimée is put into dark moods every once in a while, where she just totally needs to be left alone. She gets annoyed fairly easily, at small things like people tapping their fingers on tables or other miniscule things like that. Aimée's bad moods can always be changed with a pat on the back or a hug, because she likes to vent to people who care about her- at least, once they get what is bothering her out.
Aimée is a slut; a sex doll. She enjoys it, and never charges. She is afraid of commitment, and is sort of waiting for someone to make her face her life-long fear. She has only had a few steady boyfriends, whoe either didn't work out, or she drunkily cheated. She is also a drinker; at parties or bars with friends, or if she's in a bad mood, with herself. She does it to attract guys- a form of attention-seeking. She doesn't think it makes her look like a bad person, because there have to be people worse than her. She is very wild when she gets a man to cope with her upstairs, and by then he'd already found out that.
The club scene is a place Aimée loves to hang out. She loves to dance, and the music just adds to her good time. If she goes, she normally has a few drinks, enough to get her a little tipsy, but not enough to knock her out; unless she has an intent to do just that. Aimée also likes to go to movies, hang at the park, or do other random things- she just likes to be around people.
likes:
+dancing;
+guys;
+parties, sex, clubs;
+talking, IMing;
+being around people she knows;
+animals;
+little kids;
+her laptop;
+her brother;
+music;
+her cousin- Cale Hutchins.
dislikes:
-people who make her feel little;
-lectures&school;
-her parents;
-stupid mistakes made by herself and others;
-people who try to trick her into something she'll regret;
-country music;
-illnesses;
-being crushed by crushes;
goals
+graduating
+traveling around the world
+making a life for herself
fears:
-losing a loved one or her own death
-planes
-mountains
criminal record: none.
secrets:
+wants someone to change her; give her a reason to change.
+isn't confident, at all.[/size]
•• she wants to go home
[/i][/color] ••[/center][/size]your name: i'm JC.
age: eighteen.
experience: 4+ years.
password: *****[Edited by theDEAN]
sample:
Kale felt somebody knock gently on the door behind him. He put the hood of his black hoodie up, and turned slowly. It was just another customer. Kale didn't honestly know what to do, the people that wanted in were older and he didn't want to give himself up, or worse, let cops inside. Kale threw his left hand, his free hand, hitting and jamming the door locked. He was satisfied with himself for now, but cops could still get in if they tried hard enough. It scared Kale that they might kick the glass door in, shreads of sharp clear glass piercing his skin. Kale shuddered and nodded when Tristan gave him new directions. Pulling the other knife out of his pocket, Kale drew in a sharp breath. Risky. His nickname. When the two boys were kids, Kale could never unfinish a dare no matter how stupid or dangerous it was. Now, too, he wouldn't leave this dare uncompleted. Since their childhood, though, the dares had escaleted to this, and the punishment was evident if they were caught.
He took one more quick glance at the door, the two people had left. There were no flashing lights there just yet, but their sirens could be heard. Kale started foward, both knives drawn. His dark eyes looked distant, like a leashed dog that wanted to run free. Tristan had this planned for ever, and it was finally reality. Kale should have ran and snapped his leash a long time ago, but just like always, he waited it out. Only this time, there was no way out. This could make or break him.
Kale started foward, in a pac-man like stance. It wasn't working out for him, though. He put the second knife back in his pocket. Now, only his right hand was equipt. When some girl mumbled Tristan's name, Kale got sort of scared. If she could tell who he was, would she discover Kale? This girl was Lianna Matthews. Fantastic four. She had to have at least heard of him. Kale's mind shut up as he shoved someone somewhat roughly into a wall. He didn't look at the person long enough to see who it was, and frankly Kale didn't want to know. Violence wasn't his thing, but in the heat of the moment, this was almost fun. Exciting, definitely.
Checking out the line of customers, Kale paced back and forth behind them. He looked each over slowly, until he reached her. Eden. His girlfriend. Kale froze, but quickly regained his composure. If she noticed his stare, she'd figure him out. Kale was certain that if they got out of this undiscovered, he'd go on with life and never be caught. He was praying on that. "Don't move." he said sternly. The people there were starting to make him nervous. "And put that cell phone away. Now." he added, pointing to Eden. "Now." he repeated, his voice rising a bit.
Kale quickened his pace back and forth, and kept checking on Tristan and the cashier. The quicker they got out, the better. Kale knew a back way out of the store, as long as they got their loot before the cops caught on. He thought about yelling at Tristan to hurry, but he didn't want to seem like a wimp. Gaining some courage, he jabbed his knife at a guy next to Eden. He didn't contact the boy's skin, but Kale just wanted to see him jump. Kale didn't know the guy, either, which is most of the reason he wanted to fake at him. Kale felt possessed, he'd never found so much enjoyment of other people's fear before. It was like he was a totally different person. Though the customers felt like prisoners of the robbery, Kale was right down there with him.
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